When Moira and I came to Dalry in 1973, we had hardly settled in when there was a loud knock at our imposing front door. On opening it, I found a dapper gentleman who introduced himself immediately as Bill Gorman, our local councellor: he welcomed us to his town and…
It is quite amazing that what you might think of as the family inheritance, either in terms of buildings, bricks, pieces of furniture or skills and interests, seldom go to where you think they might have. I always thought that, having been an architect, a teacher and someone who has…
Each year we, in common with all Scottish Charities, have our Annual Accounts approved and published by OSCR (Office of the Scottish Charity Regulator) so that the general public, or more importantly our donors and supporters, can see our annual income and expenditure, and who we are, in terms of…
I am one of these lucky people that grew up bilingual: my mother of course was English, my father having met her in York when he was sent there in 1915 to practice cavalry charging on his white horse, as trooper in the Scots Greys. Apparently, my mother’s church. which…
